I’m Columbus… By Toni L.A. Cross

I’m Columbus
on a journey
thinking I know
where it ends
but these trees
don’t look familiar
and the faces seem
so strange
I’m Columbus
on a journey
accidentally
finding newness
in the place
I least expected
because I dared
to sail off
the edge
of the map

red thought… Toni Cross

A red, red

Train of thought

Singular strain

Never be bought

Crazy, wild

Shifty drought

Into which

I am now caught

falling from fate… by Toni Cross

sleep

slip

silently

into

internal

isolation

drifting

dreaming

dangerously

falling

from

fate

born in this world (a quatrain collection) by Toni L.A. Cross

 

born, birthed into  a dark place

squalling, hot tears on a red face

dirt, unresisting cradle of sod

cobwebs, spiders spinning a cap of lace

 

helpless, laying where angels dare not trod

waiting, hoping for some act of God

flailing, weak and stubborn little mite

strange, wee ethereal creature most odd

 

squinting, young eyes searching for first sight

knowing, somewhere there must be light

hope, in unlikely foreign ground

strength, unreasonable will to fight

 

patient, lying in a mound

pensive, listening for some sound

mystery, to simply astound

unknown, undiscovered yet renowned

fingertip… by Toni L.A. Cross

barren hills

the color of flesh

its fair earth

throbbing with

a current of blood

ridges and valleys

this miniscule part

of a human whole

one finger tip

a vast geography

stands unexplored